Portia Burton Biography

When in the evening I feel alone,
I sing to myself your song,
And feel your presence in my heart,
As if you are singing along.
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The delicate evening flowers
Have opened out their hearts
To exchange their fragrance
With musical notes of the birds.
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How this poem weighs heavy on me!
I want to shrug it off or scratch it out
Like a scab covering a throbbing wound,
Or put it away in a dark corner
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While I was leaving the garden,
The flowers asked me with care,
'Tell us, friend, Do you want to carry
Something with you from here? '
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While I am reading my new poem,
Several days after its completion,
It strangely doesn't seem to be mine,
But a reflection of someone else.
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